Molly moved to DC a few days ago. How happy was DC to have her? So happy they threw a parade in her honor! Or, coincidentally, the day we headed downtown to hang out with her also happened to be the day of the DC Gay Pride Parade! Which was totally awesome. We had to park 8 or so blocks away from her apartment (street closures), but that meant we could follow the parade route to her block, cheering and dancing the whole way. (Well, I was. John is not the dancing-at-parades type.) And then, to our surprise, we followed the parade route ONTO her block, right past her front door. But where was Molly? Not on the stoop with her neighbors, whooping it up like any self-respecting young woman in her 20s. No, she was napping and had NO idea any of this was going on right outside her front door. In her defense, her apartment is on the back side of the building, and she swears that when she came back after a run to the store at 3:30, there was no sign that a parade was about to come through.
We gathered her up and followed the parade all the way to the circle (more dancing and cheering from us, of course, and I will admit to choking up a few times from the outpouring of love and support – it was great), and then veered off to find dinner, assuming (correctly) that we wouldn’t have too much trouble getting in someplace while the parade was still going on.
Dinner (French) was delicious. All three of us had mussels – LOVE mussels. We had another drink at a bar with a game theme (we played Scattergories), and then we headed home (after making sure Molly could find her back to her apartment – she’s a bit directionally-challenged). Bed finally at 2am, and we slept until 10:30 Sunday morning. I am not a young woman in my 20s.